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Yes, yes, this is not the “tomorrow” I promised in my last post.  Sorry, as ususal, but life tends to get in the way of things, as usual.  WordPress also deleted my first attempt at this post (well, i deleted it.  i was attempting to bumble my way through html and must have hit ‘command+destroy_everything’.  but there was no draft saved by wordpress!).  In addition, he internet connection at my new house makes it difficult impossible to upload any more than one picture at a time (meanwhile, facebook put them all up in one shot.  go figure).  and then i forgot.

 

EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES EXCUSES

 

here’s my freakin’ mural already…

 

 boom!

a passerby told me it looks like a collection of the “monsters under a young boy’s bed”.  I said “but there’s a puppy in it too…”

i like this area a whole lot. 

green eyed monster holla back…

phonebox?  i dunno, the illusion works from certain angles.  it looks like he’s eating it with some kind of side-face-mouth-thing from others.

if you don’t count those two tiny birds or the boombox, there are 83 characters in all. 

83 under 83.  i wish i’d done it intentionally.

 

i did intentionally paint a tiny tribute to christian slater, who  was taken from us by a coward of a driver in a hit-and-run on April 29th. 

he was, by far, the greatest kitten i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, petting, taunting with a lazer and putting on my head.  rest in peace, mr. slater.

and that’s that.  i’m in michigan for my cousin’s wedding, and shortly after that i’ll be in nyc for the movie.  i’d like to say that i’ll post picture from the filing or of anything i might paint in the next month and a half, but clearly i can’t make any promises.

PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE

spoiler alert

it’s done.  pictures tomorrow.

Thursdave.

Another week and a half mostly trifled by the weather and my own body.  “Well, you’re under a highway right?  Doesn’t that block the rain?”  No.  There is wind.  Besides, latex doesn’t bond well when there is moisture in the air.

Even if it had been dry and sunny last week it wouldn’t have mattered.  This seven day work week thing finally got the best of me last week.  My body said “ENOUGH!” and I was bedridden for almost two dyas with the aches and shakes, coughing up colorful crud and hoping I don’t have H1N1 (doihaveswineflu.org says otherwise).  I’m on the mend now, though.

In the midst of my illness, I had one glorious shining 24 hour period where I didn’t feel terrible and the weather was nice enough to get work done.  And, as an added bonus, the Dave was here.

Possibly the best picture of Dave.

Anyway, Dave was in town for an all-too-brief period of time, but in that time he came down to 83 Pleasant to help me out.  I was up on the ladder, he was down on the ground.  Our window of time was short since Dave had a bus to catch and I was slowly spinning into another feverish fit, but we got some good work done.

I went back to get some more done after bringing Dave to the bus.

Mint Chocolate Bear didn’t get finished, though, because I felt like I was slowly dying.

I cannot make clear how awful I felt.

Pink Lemonade.  Thanks, Davey.

That ice cream is too dark, I think.

I’m going to go back in and outline certain yellow characters (El Plataño, por exemplo)  in brown.  Their details are getting lost.

Taken from the Baltimore Sheriff parking lot, where I am now allowed to park

(it took some negotiating, but I’m working for the city and, I guess, civil servants have to look out for each other).

God, I wish it would stop raining.  At least, I wish it wouldn’t rain on my days off from the restaurant… which is where I’m going now… and it’s not raining.  Perfect.

Dream in color.

Can’t talk.  Slept too late today (I needed it, though), and I gotta get out to the column.  Here’s what I did yesterday.

Wish I had more time for little comments on this today.  I’ll try to get some more photos up after I work today.

83 Pleasant – April 16th

I worked for such a long time yesterday, almost 10 hours and do you know what?  I’m still not done.  It’s harder to get the ladder into a comfortable position on the wall than I anticipated.  Most of my time yesterday went to adjusting, adjusting, adjusting the narrow ladder against the narrow column until it was in a place where I didn’t fear for my life.  You think the roads are bad in Baltimore?  The sidewalks are just as bad.

Damnit, I didn’t finish the boombox.  One more thing to do.  Need to fix that Watermelon’s face, too.

That little box in the middle gave me no end of trouble.  It got in the way of my ladder and spray cans.  I hate you, little box.  The little kid in red with the pacifier (next to the octopus) is based on a small child that passed by in a stroller with his dad.  Dad took my picture as I painted him, that felt good.

Sí, ése es El Platano sobre el hombre que se arde.

(El Platano)

I realize, now, that it looks like the clown’s head is floating.  As if clowns aren’t creepy enough… I finished that one just as two 13 year olds came over, pretended to shake the ladder, and made a sorry attempt at taking my wallet.

oh, Baltimore.

Ice Cream!

I can feel the cars driving past my head and feel the column shake when I’m up at the top.

Of course there’s a goldfish in there.

So that’s it for a few days, unfortunately.  I have to work at Rocket over the weekend, and probably well into next week.  Gives me time to re-up on caps and certain colors, take inventory of what latex paints I already have and what I’ll need.  Back to the grind.